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Lin Zhiyi had a long, long dream. In her dream, she traveled to an ancient village that was plagued by bandits, and grew up with Shen Qingshan, the hunky boy next door. She taught him the art of war and strategy, and he suppressed the bandits. From a young boy who could only climb trees and dig out bird eggs, he gradually became the general of Zhenyuan who made the bandits fearful. When he was twenty years old, he rode a maroon horse and wore silver armor back to the entrance of the village. He knelt on one knee in front of her and took out the crooked wooden hairpin that had been hidden for eight years - "Zhiyi, marry me." On the wedding day, bandits came and he left the words "Wait for me" and rode away. She waited for seven days for the news that he had been killed in a mass grave. He was ambushed and tortured so much that no bones were left, leaving only a small empty grave. She cried and fainted at the grave. When she woke up, she saw a white ceiling, pungent disinfectant, and a doctor in a white coat telling her: You are a patient and this is a mental hospital. Those time travels, childhood sweethearts, generals, and weddings are all your hallucinations, false memories weaved after your mental breakdown. She believed it. Until the seventeenth day of admission, a new patient came into the next bed. The thin, disfigured man with scars all over his body turned over and looked at her with a pair of dark brown eyes. His lips trembled and he called out her name. There was light in those eyes - like the last unextinguished candle in the wind, swaying and threatening to go out at any time. But it's still on.